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Jun 22, 2020
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Chapter 8: Gengar’s Greatest Minion
She was absolutely hideous. Skin sagged off her face, and her eyes had a milky quality that suggested that they weren’t quite seeing. Her hands were gnarled, her posture stooped, and her teeth, which she bared in a hideous smile, black. She wore a shapeless black garment that seemed to be falling apart, and carried a wooden scepter just as gnarled as her hands.
For once, Chris seemed scared.
But not for long. He extended his palm, and his hammer flew into it.
Othenial cursed, wishing he could do that, and desperately dug through his bag while his audience of three watched awkwardly.
Finally, he found it. And then the Witch decided to speak.
“You… die!” she chuckled. Clearly, she was a woman of few words.
Madeline whimpered a little. Othenial felt like joining her.
Chris threw his hammer, but Othenial was already way ahead of him. Both weapons sailed on a straight trajectory directly for the Witch.
She laughed, and tapped her staff on the ground.
Both of the hammers suddenly vanished.
“I’m not known as Gengar’s greatest minion for nothing!” she chuckled.
Suddenly, a gigantic handlebar mustache appeared on her upper lip.
“What… what is this?!” The Witch began to quickly transform into all sorts of hideous beasts, but the mustache remained.
Finally, she resumed her original form. “Damn you, Tagonet! I’ll get you for this!”
“Who’s Tagonet?” Chris asked.
“Some jester guy,” Othenial replied.
The Witch stepped a few feet to the side, and suddenly, the hammers reappeared, slamming into the wooden wall behind.
They flew back to their owners. Othenial was ready for it this time, catching it smoothly.
Chris charged, swinging his hammer and yelling at the top of his lungs.
The Witch grinned and drew a dark hole in the ground with her finger that Chris fell right into.
Another hole appeared in the ceiling, and Chris fell out of it, and into the hole he had originally fell, and fell back out of the ceiling, into the floor, out of the ceiling, into the floor, out of the ceiling, into the floor, out of the ceiling, into the floor…
The Witch casually stepped around the loop Chris was in, where he was now screaming at the top of his lungs from the velocity he’d attained, aimed her staff at Othenial, and muttered some words under her breath.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot forth from the staff, too fast to even see, and slammed into Othenial’s chest.
It didn’t kill him. But suddenly, his mouth felt dry, and his limbs felt weak. He felt as though he had just run a mile in the hot sun.
The boy raised his hammer and ran at the Witch, dodged the hole that appeared in his path, and drove his weapon directly into her head with a sickening crunch.
The Witch disappeared and reappeared a few feet away, chugging on a red liquid that didn’t look all that different from the ones Othenial had in his bag.
Othenial charged again. The Witch cast all sorts of spells at him, spells that he could barely even see but nevertheless managed to dodge anyway. Reaching her, he swung his hammer again.
He felt it crack against a shield a few inches away from his target. So he swung again, and he felt the shield break.
A fourth time, and Othenial connected with his target.
He snagged her sleeve, and when she teleported a few feet away, Othenial went with her.
He brought down the hammer down once, twice, three times more, until the body he was holding was limp.
The holes disappeared, and Othenial heard a sickening crunch.
Chris is laid out on the floor, groaning, with Madeline hovering above him. There’s a nasty pool of blood that’s spreading.
“Othenial! Help him out. Please?” she asked, pleading.
For one terrible moment, he hesitated. What had the boy ever done for him? What did he owe him.
Heroes help those in need. Aurelis’ voice echoed.
Othenial dashed over to his bag, got out one of the red potions, ran back over to the broken body, and gently tipped some of the liquid into Chris’s mouth.
After a few moments, he abruptly sat up, nearly causing Othenial to spill the rest of the potion.
Chris looked at him and grinned. “Hey, good save there, sidekick,” he said with a wink.
Othenial’s contempt immediately returned.
“Well, then! Fun night, eh? Let’s get some sleep, and leave in the morning!”
“And what about the body?” Othenial replied.
He turned back, but the body was gone.
“Doesn’t seem to be much of a problem now!” Chris exclaimed.
“Great. Now, get out of my room,” Othenial replied, not bothering to hide his disgust anymore.
The two of them did, Madeline shooting off a concerned glance his way before gently shutting the door behind her.
Othenial sighed, put his bags back on the dresser, closed his eyes, and fell back on his bed. His nice, soft, warm, bed…
Some time later
The night was still young when the door to Othenial’s room creaked open.
Madeline walked into the room, silent as a ghost, her footsteps making no noise as she walked across the wooden floor.
She glances at the still, sleeping form of Othenial. So vulnerable. So easy to kill.
She raised the knife she’d brought glinting in the moonlight.
And brought it down.
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Sep 21, 2020
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#76
Chapter 9: Lady Madeline
Othenial was ready. He kicked out into the darkness and swept the legs out from whoever had been attacking him, bringing his hammer down on the crumpled body on the floor.
It connected, sending the person flying across the room.
The hammer glowed, and in its faint light, he could see who his attacker was.
“Madeline?”
But already she was changing, her skin sagging, posture stooping, her clothes shrinking into black until she was once again the Witch.
The door burst open, and Chris charged into the room with his hammer ready.
“How is she back? Where’s Madeline?” Chris yelled frantically, dressed in red pajamas (very nice red pajamas).
Othenial weakly gestured towards the Witch.
“But… but…”
“Illusion!” the Witch - no, Madeline said.
Othenial grabbed his bags. “We need to go, now.”
Chris dashed out the room faster than Othenial would have liked.
Othenial stared down his foe.
“You know, I kinda like you,” Madeline said with a wink.
“You’re a monster,”
“It’s a matter of perspective. Isn’t that right, Author?” she replied, turning up to look through the screen.
“Why are you talking to yourself?” Othenial demanded angrily.
She just laughed.
Othenial darted past her. Her cackling laugh echoed behind him as he ran down the hallway away from her, Chris be damned.
He ran down the wooden hallway, hooked a right, a right, a left, another right, opened the first door he found, and dashed inside the room.
Where Madeline still stood in Othenial’s room, still laughing.
“W… What?” Othenial stuttered.
Chris burst in. “Alright, I’m ready to go,”
“How? How are you doing this?”
“Nine chapters in, and you haven’t even realized yet? Nothing here is real! Everything can be manipulated!”
Chris dragged Othenial out of his room and into the hallway.
Sergeant Spiker stood there, his magnificent sword poised an inch from Chris’ heart.
“He’s not real!” yelled Othenial, throwing his hammer at the Sergeant.
He used his free hand to catch the hammer. “I’m very real, I assure you.”
Madeline held the illusion up from out of sight and grinned.
Othenial made it come back to him. “Run! Run!” he yelled.
Chris needed no prompting. He was dashing right along with him.
One corner later, Tagonet appeared. “Hee hee, hee hee! We meet again, just you and me!”
The duo turned around and ran down the other hallway, only for it to suddenly lengthen into infinity.
“Wait. This can’t be right,” Chris questioned.
Suddenly, the whole room jerked sideways, and the two boys were knocked off their feet.
The two of them got back on their feet and kept running, despite the fact that the whole room was shaking like there was an earthquake.
They swung around another turn, and there, at the end of the room, was the exit.
Right as they barreled towards it, it disappeared.
Heedless, Othenial wrenched at where the doorknob should have been anyway, toppled through, and suddenly he was outside the inn, out in the open air.
They turned around. There seems to be no pursuit.
Chris looked absolutely shocked. He shook a little.
Othenial suddenly sympathized with the boy a little bit.
“Here. Come on.” And he dragged his new friend off to the horses to make a great escape.
“I can’t believe it.”
It was the first word that Chris had said for the whole first hour of the ride.
“So, you’re not secretly going to betray me and turn into Tagonet or something?” Othenial replied.
“I still don’t even know who he is,” Chris said weakly. He started laughing. And it wasn’t healthy laughter.
“I think we’re going to make a good team,” Othenial said.
“So who do you think the prophecy refers to?” Chris said quietly.
“You, obviously,” Othenial said sarcastically.
“Good answer, sidekick,” Chris said back just as sarcastically.
But he was grinning. Both of them were.
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